when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
the next one in the holder on the… can barely contain itself one corner is already protruding hoping like hell that when she finishes her burrito
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically
in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon
misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder
brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light
i saw atrocity and deceit upon the… blood spilling down its jagged cli… tragedies unbound scaling the peak i tried to warn others not to climb this vicious monster
